Within the past few days, I’ve had a couple of dreams that are weird beyond belief. Not the dreams themselves, actually, but what happened after.

Over the weekend I had a dream that Eldest Son was sick, but that I wasn’t around to help him. The dream was so strong that I woke practically in tears. Eldest Son is away at school and he emailed yesterday. His news? He’s sick with a cough and aches and fatigue. He rarely gets sick and hates to miss school, but felt so ill that he couldn’t attend class today.

This morning, Young Son #2 woke me to say that his stomach was bothering him and hinting that he’d like to stay home from school. This is a rather common occurrence, so I suggested he have some peppermint tea and get ready for school. I slipped back into sleep and dreamed that he had left the house to go to school. I followed in order to see how he was feeling. There were kids all over the street. One of them threw a massive amount of candy up into the air – much more than a single person could possibly throw in one toss. This was a dream, however, so physics were defied. Packages of candy bars and Dairy Queen ice cream treats and pieces of bubble gum rained down into our yard. I ran around picking stuff up. Then I woke.

When I left the house this morning, what did I find in front of our house? A full bag of Fritos spilled on the sidewalk.

This psychological connection between taking care of your son all of those years, then having him gone, then having dreams about not being able to help him; this is the stuff of the supernatural…preternatural at least. That’s what I like about Agnosticism; allows for the potential to openly interpret the bizarre events of the human psyche.

Sounds like you’ve experienced the “ghost limb” effect.

Living alone (for some reason)–like I do–what you’ve described, as with the chips, happens quite frequently; luv this post…

A Mercedes and the lottery . . . hmmm. I don’t seem to dream about those things. Darn. I do dream of babies a lot, though, but I think that’s a symbol for creativity for me. If I had as many babies as I have dreamed about over the years, they’d be stacked in my house like cord wood.

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